Diarrhea.
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In between curses and trips to the laundry room, the Matron pauses to thank everyone for their great generosity of spirit and support yesterday. Buoyed.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Post in which One Word Sums up Theology, Psyche and Time Grid Deployed Against Dog Who Believes Outdoor Defecation, Dangerous
Diarrhea.
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In between curses and trips to the laundry room, the Matron pauses to thank everyone for their great generosity of spirit and support yesterday. Buoyed.
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MM, got any influence at Inver Hills Community College? There's a communications job there.
On the subject of dogs, I've finally succeeded in teaching my Jack mix, Alfie, how to Sit and Wait. It's taken 4 months of steady work. He vibrates like a window fan I had in college, but it still counts as a Sit.
(The word verification for this post is HYTICAL. I think that's the word for when you've been hysterical a long time and you've screamed until you're exhausted but you've still got a little bit of scream left in you.)
He looks a lot like the cockapoo we had when my son was little. Named Rasputin because of his colour and totally nuts.
Yuck.
Ummm...I must admit I'm a cat person. Although we've had a few incidences of cat barf, I feel dog diarrhea must be worse.
Slyabalo! (That's my word verification.) It sounds like some nordic or other-ic toast.
Let's hope the diarrhea is over! Slyabalo!
Eww. Our puppy isn't quite housebroken yet, so we've had to deal with a few lumps here and there, but not, thank God, diarrhea. Blech!
Ya know, the cat people (no offense) can't really understand how sad you're going to be one day to *not step in something foul* in the morning in your bare feet. --Your morose reader whose barfer is romping in another field. My word verific. is triax. A trial inflicted with swiftness (my dog loss)? A trial of marathon-like diarrheic endurance?! :)
Ugh, we are dealing with spate of cat vomiting around my parts. I feel for you sister.
Great save yesterday!
Poor Satan's Familiar...we've been through this...poor Mary.
Oh dear, I've had to deal with that before....a gold retriever tail can rally wave the crap around too. Oh the flashbacks.
EWWWWWW!
Yeah, ever seen a 90 pound malamute with diarrhea? Happy birthday to me. My husband had to get up and walk the dog in the snow, and thought he had the bad end of the deal until he got to the kitchen to retrieve the leash.....
Oh no!
My heart goes out to you, Mary, it isn't as if he is that much loved anyway and now this. Do you think he does it on purpose?
My word is: inglybde, as in the diarrhea inglybde between her toes.
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